Friday, February 5, 2010
How Else Will We Know?
Do you ever worry that we spend an exorbitant amount of time reading/blogging/studying about how to live our life, and not nearly as much time actually living it?
But we have to see how other guys are doing it, or how else will we know...right?
How else will we know?
My home-teacher is a biker. Not a Harley biker like my dainty little sister from Idaho, but a bicycle racer with the helmet and the Lycra and the whole bit. He's a former football player that was on the local high school's team when they won the state championship. He is married with kids and has a stable job that puts food on the table and clothes on his family. He does well with it. He likes it. He goes out biking on long treks and even finishes a few of the races. His exercising helps him stay fit and active, and he feels good.
Then he goes home to his wife and kids. Sometimes he comes over to my house and we talk about BYU football and I make fun of his shaved legs, and he makes fun of my gut. He does not feel the need to go home and study his next move in the being a man game. He just is what he is.
The happiest people I know don't study how to be happy. They just are. They have found a way to live with a different focus – one that is not necessarily aimed right back at themselves. They do things. They act on positive impulses. The are pro-active with what they know. If they don't know, they give it a shot.
One of the drawbacks to being a sensitive guy is that I analyze and over analyze much to the point of being so busy analyzing that I have no time to go out and do what I want. Sometimes I think I don't know what I really want because I CAN'T FREAKIN' MOVE!
I think I am going to move today. I'm writing this down, maybe even throwing a spell check on the dang thing, and then I am going to go somewhere. I might even take someone with me. I'm going to find what makes me tick by doing something, not by reading something or blogging something. Today is for doing. Today is find my bliss day. If not my bliss, at least some bliss.
If I come back happier, singing some stupid song and my kids are making fun of me, then you will know I did it right. If I don't find it right off, I'll try again tomorrow.
I might borrow me some Lycra and a bike.